Chapters:

Everything
had boiled down to this last moment of brutality... Death is a
sharp final last word that is so quick, it cuts through your
ears. It causes the sound of beautiful life to disperse and come
to a halt, replacing it only with the sound of cruel laughter
ringing within your brain. This is what I use to think at least
but now the word brings nothing, except silence to my ears. I
realize now it is the sound of ever-lasting tranquility. Never
cut short by life's harsh reality. I suppose death is like a
dream that goes on forever. No matter how hard your body tries to
wake you up, your mind resists. Forever you shall lie without
doubts, fears, regrets, and downfall. Forever floating in a world
of happy lulled sleep.

I'm not
scared of dying anymore like I use to be, now I welcome death
like an old friend I haven't seen in years. See when everything
in your life begins to crumple around you and you have nothing
left to lose anymore, death doesn't seem to be the villain. Death
actually comes to look like the hero, trying to save you from
your misery and all the pain that this life has brought to
you.

It feels like
it's been an eternity since I've actually laughed. The dull pain
of the knife plunging in and out of my heart has resided by now,
so I can finally almost feel the fresh air in my lungs again.
Except for the constant reminder I have to live with everyday,
for the crimes I've committed. I never knew what I was getting
into when I met him. I never knew that he could make me feel like
a whole new person and bring back the joy in my life. Of course
all fairy tales must come to an end at some point, unfortunately
mine happened to end a little sooner than I had originally
planned.

I've tried so
hard to look past all the cracks and faults that this life holds,
but it's too much to cope with. I know now that things can never
change and the memories I hold can never be erased. I still have
a tight grip on all the memories from that faithful night.
Perfect images still flash through my head whenever I look at the
ocean. One of the first real things I ever loved has betrayed me
in its own way, for it has taken the one person that meant
everything to me away. Now as I sit here on this sandy beach I
realize what I must do. It all must end, for a new beginning to
start. All the clear edges of the world have to fade away just as
of an old movie. I must not leave a trace of the crimes I have
committed here.

I stand up on
my feet and begin to walk towards the ocean. I can feel the sand
scrunch between my toes with each step I take. I've always loved
that feeling of sand between my toes, once I leave this place
though I shall never feel it again. I look behide me noticing my
footprints, they will be washed away by the waves soon enough.
They are the only thing that exists in this second of time
proving that I really existed here on Earth. The sun is already
starting to droop under the horizon as the sky is painted with a
bright orange fire. I smile to myself thinking back to how he
said the sun was created by the sky
painters.

They would
sit up in the sky all day bored out of their minds waiting for
something to do. Then when they knew the sun was going to be
rising, or falling soon, they would jump up at the opportunity
and begin to paint the sky, a massive amount of colors. They'd
paint hues of oranges, violets, grays and sometimes even a faint
grayish blue. Although one day he believed that the sun would not
rise as it would not fall. A day of dark would fall upon our
world shielding us from the suns gorgeous rays. That would be the
day the sky painters fall from the heavens and plunge into the
ocean. He said they would be paying for not keeping their promise
of always painting the sky, but the king of the sea would grant
them a bargain. The king of the sea would toss them back up to
the sky only if they can paint the sea as many wondrous colors as
they had the sky. If not the sea king reasoned, they shall be his
prisoners forever painting the sea in death.

Although when
he said it he made the story sound more beautiful and tragic then
I could ever make it sound. Those times are gone now, so I must
forget them all and only think of my new life residing in the
ocean. My feet creep towards the edge of the sand where the ocean
and sand meet. Waves ripple over my feet as the tide begins to
wash in towards the shore. In a matter of minutes the tide will
consume me and I shall be with him. I close my eyes and feel at
peace with the world, as the coldness of the ocean sweeps over
me. Reaching higher up my body until it is up to my waist. My
mind traces back to all the anger I've bottled up inside for my
own mistakes and all the pain I have caused.

I open my
mouth and allow a scream to fill my lungs as they try to make
sense, of the burning sensation in them. The water is up to my
chin now as it is beginning to fill my nostrils. My scream is
only a gurgle and I can feel myself drifting far, far away. Into
a place we shall be together once more. Where there are no
boundaries or restrictions lie to hurt us, just him and me within
the sea. Forever in his arms as the sirens of the sea hum our
sweet melody.